Your Smile

Your smiles are overflowing grief

your tears ebbing joy

I know behind the stark relief

of ruby lips is an ivory ploy

working to promote a belief

that you are happy with your toy:

your life, your endless fief.

The artful cunning you employ

Can't dispell my disbelief.

Dont dissemble; dont be coy

Come, my friend, our tryst is brief

What grief are you hiding behind that smile ___

Those red marble curves belie your ivory

and violate the virginity of your soul

Why bleed behind imprisoned sighs

And play the world in drag?

Let others be the happy fools

content with your smiling grace

Give to me the poisoned cup

Which hides your bitter face

Let me lift the gauze of your skin

And see you in the flesh

Wail your sorrow in my ears

I do not want your laughs.

I ask you with my hands outstretched:

Speak To Me...

What grief are you hiding behind that smile?

Yes, I can see it through your guile

Don't be alarmed

Don't be ashamed

Do not hide your tearing pain

Let me see

I swear I feel

not like touch,

but like the temporal surrounded by the inexorable

I have known the sorrows of your wrinkles

I have lived the aches of your bruises

I have been kicked and slapped,

killed and stabbed,

raped and tortured

by my own blood

What greater guarantee do you require?

Answer me when I enquire

into the truths of your soul.

answer me and let me see

if your words can pour your pain

into the waiting vessels of my ears.

Speak your horror

and let me try to take those visions

away with me

absorbed into my being forever

and never again visible to your ocean eyes.

I can do that, I am sure.

So..., speak to me?